Utterly Broken

Chapter Ten

I'm so sorry I haven't updated my fan fiction. I was in a bad place and then really really sick. You were promised a summery of the last chapter: Harry's backstory to how he began to cut, angst then fluff. Them arguing and stuff. Flashback to Harry defending Draco at Draco's trial. The village turned out to be a death eater camp and Harry got kidnapped but Draco managed to run away. So here's chapter ten...

Oh. My. God. Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.

FUCKING HELL!

FUCK!

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

Harry. Fucking. Potter. Had. Been. Kidnapped. And. He. Draco. Malfoy. Had. To. Save. Him.

How had his life come to this? When had his life become so crazy? Um, his mind told himself, it had always been crazy. But why Potter? Um, his mind told himself again, everything with you is about Potter. 

And it was true, everything was about Potter, had been since before Hogwarts. When he overheard his parents ranting about a baby, a baby who defeated the Dark Lord, Draco had little boy fantasies about meeting said boy and becoming best friends with him. When he finally met Potter, at the robe shop first and then the train later, Draco had been a little disappointed. There was no way his scrawny thing could possibly be the Harry Potter. Harry Potter was supposed to be handsome, strong and proper, not awkward and muggle. Still, Draco offered his hand, and then he was denied. A Malfoy was never denied.

Draco swore revenge.

But there was more to it. Draco loved bringing the fire to Harry's eyes, it was just so damn addicting. He just burned so brightly, rage and anger practically oozing out of his body. And Draco loved that it was him bringing out these emotions.

Draco supposed he had always been in love with Potter, starting as an awe filled crush, to a raging hate due to denial, to where ever he was right now. But he had truly accepted the fact that he was in love with Potter in fourth year, when he saw Potter dancing (If you could even call it that) with that wretched Gryffindor girl. However, that doesn't mean he reacted well to it, as Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle could all tell you. 

Draco was once again struck by the immune feeling of hopelessness, because now the man Draco was in love with, the saviour of the wizarding world, had been kidnapped by Death Eaters, a group in which Draco had formally been a part of.

How could he save him? With no wand? Draco felt anxiety creeping up his spine. No. Nonononono. He would not be having a panic attack right now, not in a time of great need.

Okay. What did his mother always tell him? Oh god, his mother (Don't think about her, Draco, crying in the middle of the woods will do no good). Find four things, Draco, four things you can feel. Draco sat heavily on the ground. He gripped the soft grainy dirt, one thing. A sharp pine needle poked his finger, and Draco jerked slightly, two things. Leaning against a tree, the bark itched through his sweatshirt, three things. His feet ached against his slightly pinchy shoes, four things. 

He could still feel it though, that horrible feeling rising in his stomach. It tingled and Draco felt his entire body shake. Three things you can hear, that's what he needed to find next. A bird whistled in the distance, high pitched and sharp, one thing. (Potter screaming at him, RUN! Draco being a coward, like he always was and running for his life, the look of Potter's defeat etched into his eyes). The wind, bristling through the trees, the pine needles seemingly like bells, two things. Once, Draco had been grateful for the peaceful silence of the woods, but now it pressed against him, weighed on his shoulders. ONE MORE THING DRACO! Um... um... Draco's own breath, that counted right? Draco concentrated on making his frantic puffs even, until he felt his body slouch and calm, three things.